Boxers Novels & Stories

“But I promise you will be.” I punched him in the face and felt the bones in his nose break under my knuckles. He screamed, blood oozing from his nostrils. I leaned over him again, punching his face harder, savoring the crack of bone under my fist. His screams filled the night and I basked in his terror. My fists dripped red as the fucker wailed like a dying beast. A gust of wind stirred the trash littering the alley. The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch.

I think it’s the killer’s next target: Prince Abdullahi Salim. Miriam snatched the paper from Donovan and widened her eyes to read the red handwriting which read: Next Game: Prince of Dubai; Saturday 4th of April. In a reflex, Miriam shot a stern look at one of the cops and ordered him to get Carlos and his management team under their custody for interrogations about the gaffer's whereabouts.

I googled him and found out his name used to be Mickey 'the mouse' Belvo. Two men are going head to head in the boxing ring. I stare as the match begins right before my eyes. I thrive in the art of boxing. It's always been a passion of mine and now that I am training once again, I find myself drawn more and more to it. One of the men I recognize as Manuel, Mickey's nephew. He is a bit on the young side, only twenty, but has a sick mother and three little brothers to care for. The other man I have never seen before but judging by all the other men watching the match as well, he is new here.

she pointed to the ring and I saw a shirtless Noah with silk long boxers, he had a boxing gloves on his fist as he bounces up and down. •The game is about to start, fighters step closer• everyone started to cheer and scream 'Noah' I smiled. •you ready?• the ref asked Noah, Noah nods his head. •you ready?• he asked the other guy• he nodded.• three, two one, fight• the ref said before stepping out of the way. The other guy started to attack but Noah was able to block him by joining his hands together to cover his face. Don't get me wrong, I don't know anything about boxing. They were both wearing something like a braces on their teeth but it not braces though.

the lounge, trembling as she dialed Isabella Blackwood's number. Boxing truly was a great way to vent frustrations. After an hour of intense training, I was drenched in sweat, feeling as if every pore in my body had opened up and released all tension. As I and Lia Kelvin headed to the bathroom to freshen up, Lia couldn’t help but admire my perfectly sculpted butterfly bones and my flawless waist-to-hip ratio. "Vivian, your body is incredible! If you ever decided to enter the entertainment industry, you'd easily outshine all the supermodels and actresses! No wonder that dog Dominic Blackwood can’t get you out of his mind." I smirked dismissively, "Which one of your eyes saw him pining for me

"And what kind of self-defence does he do? Does he specialise in anything particular? Judo, karate, jiu-jitsu..." Michael downs his coffee in two gulps. "He seems to cover the field. If it's something a woman can use to defend herself, or a man for that matter, he seems happy to teach it." He reaches for the coffeepot. "Certainly the clients in the City have been very happy with him. But his forte is boxing." Charlotte chews on her toast, her brow creasing. "Something wrong?" "What does he look like? This Charles the Boxer?"

stammered Sam. Being the mutual associate for both parties, Sam stepped in to be the peacemaker and said, "Boxing is a dangerous sport. Benson, tell you what, let's go jogging together from now on." Sam was trying to ease up the tension and awkwardness created by Yaacob. However, Yaacob could not care less and felt no embarrassment or remorse. Instead, he removed the other glove, unbuttoned his shirt, and said, "You're right. Boxing is too tedious on a hot day like this. Can I take a shower somewhere?"

The boxer looked at Samuel, who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile, "Dude, be careful. My fists are not for fun. If you are killed by my fists, you should put in a good word for me when you meet Yama." Samuel smiled and didn't say anything. He crooked his finger at the boxer. The boxer's face turned grim. He exerted his strength with his legs and moved forward. Samuel leaned to one side to dodge the punch.

They were screaming and cheering for the player of their choice. There are two women in the boxing ring. The first one is wearing red. She is called the Bloody Mary. Her right leg was constructed of a pistol, while her left arm was made of a sword. While the other woman is wearing blue. They call her Blue Ivy. Half of her face and body were distorted and made out of steel.

With a barrel chest, dusted with dark hair, and a big, strong belly. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, fighting the urge to fan my cheeks. So many boxers are showmen. They play up to the crowd, they talk shit and try to psyche each other out, but not Pierro. He frowns straight ahead, quiet and focused, as his challenger peacocks on the other side of the ring. He's fighting an Irishman called Anderson, a younger man who made headlines with his shocking wins the last few months, but I'm not worried.